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[Truck North] |
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Trapped, no shield, no sword |
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The unbeaten path got my soul so sore |
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Allured by the lust, something money can't cure |
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The Devil want me as is, but God he want more |
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Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go |
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like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show |
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Living life without a care, mean pokerface |
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But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here |
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Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head |
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Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread |
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Counting till my fingers red, how you gon' judge a man |
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walking in the shoes of a man with a broken leg? |
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Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg |
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Last place in the race I ain't never led |
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Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed |
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Serving in the army of one, it's on again |
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[Chorus 2X: Dice Raw] |
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Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk it alone |
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I always been on my own, ever since the day I born |
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So I don't mind walking alone |
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[P.O.R.N.] |
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I'm in a chess match, I'm in a death trap |
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I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at |
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I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black |
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No love in the world can correct that |
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I'm in a slow lane, I'm on my Cobain |
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I'm in the new spot tryna run a old game |
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I got a new chick, put out my old flame |
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No peace, no sleep, no love for a young beast |
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You can put me in a cage |
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You can put me in the jungle where the lion get blazed |
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There ain't no hell like the hell I raise |
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I'd die in the bed I made 'fore I lay with a love I loathe |
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I'm a snake in the garden of bones |
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I'm a loner in a world of clones |
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I'm the piece that don't belong, see I roam |
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where the the Reaper roam till they put my name on a stone |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Black Thought] |
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The longest walk I'll probably ever be on |
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The Road to Perdition, guess I'm finna get my plea on |
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I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on |
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I promise every second felt as if it took an eon |
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Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone |
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The trail of tears what they got me like a Cherokee on |
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Between the ears something I require therapy on |
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for the working the bone like my name Robert Dion |
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I go above and beyond, the duty called, truly y'all |
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Even though they kind of blew me off like a booty call |
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Asked me if I'm just another muli or a movie star |
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Forced to face the +music+ like a graduate of Juilliard |
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Walk alone, talk alone, get my Charlie Parker on |
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Make my make alone, shed light upon the dark alone |
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Get my sparkle on, it's a mission I'm embarking on |
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A kamikaze in the danger zone far from home |
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[Chorus 2X] |